Saturday, March 15, 2014

Finding

Looking in the mirror and finding the world that
Obstructs the view of me to me myself.
I am that drop in the middle of an ocean
That reaches the land over the course of years,
I am those colors of the sky
That paint themselves around the setting sun,
I am that spark of sunlight
That dances in water besides the reflecting glass of vacant ships
Standing alone over the music of the unsaid world,
I am those feelings that need no description and are understood only by the worthy hearts;
I am the heart that sings,
The eyes that sigh,
The legs that never stop,
The fingertips that dance to every rhythm of each tune,
And the mind that bleeds
Being wounded by the ancient world,
By experiences all good, bad and neutral
I am that faith that creates god and miracles and cure and love…
This me I try to find
Among the phony people in the breath of nature
Releasing sighs over the exposed wounds
And under the magnificence of mighty sky. 

Sunday, March 09, 2014

The Roads of Memories

Scuttling along the roads of memories,
The particulates of time get into the eyes-
Burning
Pricking;
Smoking,
The fumes of cries escapes out
Through the ventilators of face.
Tears moist the eyes reflecting the barren heart.
Soul…on hibernation.

Around,
The sights of algae
Suffocating the blue water-
As is the calm of mind agitated,
And liveliness of life buried under
The burden of societal expectations.
The mark of axe
Piercing through the heart of tree.
Fire all around.
And this walk over the ruins!

Haunts around the ghosts of dead insects
Stinging you with some unknown pain,
Reminding, recalling.
Bewitched mind
Pukes out the hopes of upcoming days
And covers it after, with the mud of past.

Birds, howling
In their nests.
Look over and find them with injured wings
Staring down at your injuries
And cuts
And bruises
And you realize you are naked
Under the gaze bestowed upon you
With the blessings of the monsters
Of these ruined lands.

You faint, lose yourself,
Falls down over the ashes,
Crumpled sounds,
Rustles,
The sky screams out.
You look over
Staring above, staring ahead above,
And knows then and there…
Some things will never change.